International actress Terry Pheto is soaring high and high in her career. The actress reminiscing on her struggles and her humble beginnings of growing up in a two-roomed shack, with no shoes or running water and electricity, took to her instagram account to encourage her follower never to stop dreaming for every dream worked towards is achievable.
In a powerful Instagram post, Terry Pheto shared a picture of herself as a little girl, who refused to let her circumstances define her future.
By sharing intimate details of her poverty stricken childhood, Terry hopes to inspire others to dream.
“I am Moitheri Pheto, the ‘One’ who planned herself.
I hail from the dusty neighborhoods of Evaton, two roomed shack, rough jagged unprotected, no concrete streets. No running water and no lights. I felt the cold, and endured the brutal ache of being A-HAVE NOT. I am that girl, that shoeless zealot who dared to dream. I am that girl who could not and did not let the poverty I was born into make my heart sick.
So even then, I understood that there must be more to life to than just my reality.
I’m a storyteller today because i have lived the lives of the broken, of the hungry and the hopeless.
Peeped through windows, seeing strangers tv screens, wasted discarded old magazines, I flipped through pages, and pages, . YES I could see me.
Leleti Khumalo, was she real?? Shado Twala, was she real? Indeed! So Yes that could be me! And there where others, women who once where children, underprivileged and undiscovered. I believed, Yes this could be me!
I AM MOITHERI… The “ONE” who carved her DESTINY. Get a copy @destinyconnect August issue. THAT GIRL IS ME. ❤️” Terry wrote.
Terry shared another image of herself in a flowing flow length dress with fur and leopard skin details, looking like a triumph warrior. She captioned the image alongside Mara Angelou’s poet
“Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. “